Finding Fault And Missing Things

I can find faults anywhere; Underneath the couch, In that secret vent cover That leads to nowhere, Only to hide the stash Of error and discrepancy- Hide and Seek is the oldest game. Once I hid my heart Between a man’s legs But he forgot it was there, And crushed it thoughtlessly; And though people shouted At him; Be careful! There’s an organ dangling there He shoved the whole thing Back into his pants; Thinking it was all him. So now I play games Only half-heartedly, And I remember That what you think you see May not belong to the one That’s carrying the weight.